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Photo © Jennifer Wagner |
When another new year trembles
beneath my feet,
golden
and merciless,
black
and heaven-sent—
the path obscure
but coming to light—
it’s never without thorns,
even while glowing.
Cohen said there is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.
I’ll forget my perfect offering.
The journey sometimes breaks me, but tells me, too,
the cracks are how
the light shines out of you.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner